Interesting, I’ve never read that removing cataracts would be unsafe for an unruptured aneurysm. My wonderful licensed electrician has an aneurysm on his aortic arch, he had no problems. He’s in his early 70’s and fit as a fiddle for the most part. He’s also had a lumbar repair which required anesthesia just last year. Have you spoke to the ophthalmologist surgeon and your neurosurgeon or neurologist?
It’s funny in a sarcastic way of course that as we age, we start showing it. BH is always telling me I’m not 20 anymore and I’ve done quite a few things these last couple of years that may or may not indicate the correctness of that statement
. But they’ve all required more specialists in my life. We had a neighbor that used to tell me all the time getting old was not for the weak willed.
My folks had DNR’s from their late 70’s on. Mom had some heart issues and Type2 diabetes. She refused to have their DNR’s posted, said she didn’t want to be reminded. When she went to the big hospital for repair of her valve and to reattach the leads, her kidneys were compromised with too much of the medication. She refused dialysis treatment saying she’d had enough. Had to fight with the doctors to honor her choice. They put her in Hospice care.
We had taken her to the hospital an hour drive away for her appointment, stayed with her up until around 10:00 pm and as we were almost home, got a call saying they needed her DNR that night and we couldn’t fax it to them. We scoured all the obvious places we thought it should be, Dad had died the year before so asking him wouldn’t have gotten us an answer. But maybe it did…I said something like Good God Dad where the heck did Mom put the dang thing? Ok, that’s not really what I said but I certainly can’t type it having used his favorite saying. Went to her underwear drawer because it popped into my brain and yep there it was right along with Dad’s. BH drove me back with the needed paper, we had to wait for another doctor who introduced himself as a Fellow. BH asked me what a Fellow was and I said he’s really good at taking tests. I wasn’t being nice about it as he’s the one who pumped too much into Mom in my opinion and certainly wasn’t supposed to be the surgeon she met. BH knew I was being sarcastic he did not which did help lighten my over exhausted, drained damaged brain. We got home around 3or 4:00 am couple hours sleep and showers just to go back to hospital.
Mom decided she was going to donate her body to science and she needed to do the paperwork for that right away. A really nice Resident and wonderful RN were able to be the woman with the paperwork over to Mom’s room. She was a bit beside herself because she kept saying she’d never done this before, usually people do the paperwork far in advance. I asked her if there’d be a problem processing it since Mom waited too long. I was confused with her words. But no, it could be done.
Make sure your family knows where the DNR is if you’ve decided to not have it posted is my suggestion.
And talk to the doctors, they might be able to give you something so your relaxed during the cataract surgery. If I recall correctly, Mom was given a much lower dose of a sedative than usually used because a baby aspirin could knock her out for hours. Even with such a low dose sedative, she took a bit to wake up enough to get to the car in a wheelchair.
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